AutumnJustified.Care is a strong word. Spring cared for him. She would want him to be well.Also, I have to speak with him on an urgent matter.First, you. And Will. I feel I haven't see you two in centuries.

She tried to get it together, she really did, but the tumultuous tide of emotions just would not be cast aside so easily as it once had. Sniffling, Willow's trembling legs gave way and she landed, heavily, upon her knees, clutching the corded phone like a lifeline as her elder sister worked to calm her down, give her a purpose through the staggering confusion that ran rampant like a virus."C-Crenshaw Boulevard.... t...there's.. I.. I don't k-know....where else.... There's a... public call box... I'm there.... I... I don't.... A-Autumn..... I'm sorry.... I'm so, so fcking sorry..... I... I left to.... to keep ev-everyone safe.... I... I shouldn't b-be alive right now..... not....not alive!" Willow tried to calm herself, tried to apologize for her lack of being there, but how do you tell someone that you died? That you, somehow, are among the living once more, but not as a ghoul, an undead plague? "I'm so.... fcking..sorry Autumn... Please.... I... I don't know what's going on anymore....And... And I'm so ****ing scared..."

"Please... Please let her still have this number..." Willow had never had much luck when it came to keeping up with numbers, having normally used her own phone as a personal contact list.
And then she had died. No rhyme or reason, no bright lights at the end of the tunnel. She was just gone.
End of the line for her, right? Apparently not if she were, with trembling fingers and shaking body, dialing a number she had memorized, and perhaps she had misdialed a few times as her mind still held the grey smog of Death, the vapors slowly drifting away the more she addled along, gasping for breath and trying to gather her wits about her and not drift into frightened hysteria."Please pick up.... Please, please be her... Please don't let this be another wrong number..." Her voice was raspy and thick with barely repressed tears that threatened to drown her into a salty, watery abyss of confusion and terror.
It rings, once, twice, thrice, and just as she thought it was going to go to voicemail, a voice chimes in and she nearly sobs in relief, thinking that the static of the payphone was the reason for her sister's voice to sounding just a bit, or maybe a whole lot, off."A-Autumn... Please... Please don't hang up...I .... It's me... it's Willow.... I.. I don't know what's going on... or h-how... Please... just... I-I don't know w-where I am... o-or how I got here... I'm .. I'm scared, Autumn..." Never had the normally calm and collected, aloof young woman ever sounded in such a manner, distressed and finally breaking down into the tears that overwhelmed her. "Please... C-Come get me.... Please, Autumn, please!"

~considered her words for a moment.~ "Well, if you were all the same, things would have tended to be boring. You should come out drinking with me some night. We'll bring Summer. Girls night out." ~gave a cheeky wink~

~stepped to her crew mate and offered a small smile.~ "Hello Autumn, Its nice to meet you, I'm Genesis, though I was gone when you came into the crew. I hope you are finding things to your liking. I know your sister, so I thought I would make a proper introduction." ~offered a hand, though it was kind of grubby with dried blood and dirt.~

Autumn
My sweet baby sister. You were her other half, for better or worse. I cannot imagine how you must be feeling.
I know for myself- well, I think she bequeathed me her rage. I cannot seem to get a handle on it. I haven’t left my room in the compound for days. Lest I light someone on fire. And honestly, the idea soothes my heart.
It freaks me out.
Mostly I don’t want to think about it. I want to avoid it. I thought maybe I could save her. Could negotiate something. But evidently that is not an option. And that sends me into a pit of despair I’ve not previously known.
My point, my love, is that you are not alone. Even if you feel it, you are not an island unto yourself.

Autumn
We had a mutual friend in Moscow.
I haven't spoken to him in quite a while, I think the last time was when he visited us in New York.
Miss him, and think of him often. You'll have to give him my love.

"Hard not to be positive - but still easy to let myself sink into the place I lived most of my life in."
-shrugs again-
"Perspective? Sure. But I could still easily argue for all the things in my life that are... complicated. I embrace the bad. I find power in the things that surely could've been my undoing."
-pats her shoulder-
"You'll get there. Or you won't."
-goofy smile-
"See? I can be pessimistic."

"Trust me - I know my worth. There's always a partner that gets just a little more out of it than the other - that person being me. I'm a bit of a handful."
-soft chuckle-
"Well, listen Red. Wait. Can I still call you that?"
-shrugs, continues-
"We've all had trials, struggles, whatever. But we also get those little slices of luck, where you think just for a moment - maybe, just a second - you're playin' God, 'cause you've got yourself something special."
-eyes crinkle-
"I know I'm a lucky guy, with what I've got. You've just gotta find your little slice of heaven again."

"Oof. Divorce. Have a feeling it'll happen to me one of these days. Married way above my batting average, seems pretty likely."
-grins-
"We've all made a deal or two - stupid decision or another, hell... I'm living mine. But we're still here, aren't we? That's all that's ever really mattered to me."

-small grin-
"No, not quite like that."
-chuckles-
"I'm well. How can I complain? My wife is... Alive. And our daughter is... unafraid to use her diaper. What more can you ask for?"
-folds his arms-
"And yourself? Enjoying the face lift?"

Pretty LadyI'm not scared they will come for me.I'm afraid they will taint my breathing air with their bullsh!t.A family of backstabbing psychoes, those Noires.Except Atom and I, of course. Mostly Atom. I'm kind of psycho.

*eyes glisten* I can't wait...seriously. Bake me things!
*nods* I like fast cars, don't get me wrong. I just like feeling like I'm strapped to a rumbling rocket.*scrunches nose* That sounded wrong. *makes the face**face brightens* I am a new Harry Potter series fan! My husband...um...he showed me the series on movie nights. *awkward smile* But I'm a Snape fan. Hands down, best character.

*nods* I do. And sure, I have most things in Paris but some other pieces scattered across a few cities. *eyes brighten* Baking? I love baked goods...like woah. Video games are fun. Oddly, first person shooters give me motion sickness.*blinks and flails into the dip* I like clubbing. Fast cars are always good...but I'm a sucker for old American muscle.*laughs* I think we're going to be good friends. But I like dill pickles...not a lot...but sometimes when I need salt.*thinks about dislikes* Liars...I dislike liars. Especially when I'm invested in a relationship.*scrunches nose* It just sucks.

*cants head* David Garret? I will have to look him up. Lindsay Stirling is very good.*has never used Pandora* I'm generally a creature of habit with music but lately, when I am painting, I just let things play. *dips once more* Hobbies? Likes? Dislikes?

Pulling out his phone, he would stare at the screen and begin to type out his sh-tty message, stopping only when he realizes what an actual ******* he is truly being. As if Autumn deserves his wrath. She hadn't been the one to make him angry. Not this time.

Taking a deep breath, he dials, lifting the phone to his ear and listening to it ring. The moment he hears it stop, he starts in.

"It's me. Don't say a word. Just. Let me talk, okay?" He might be coming off a little aggressive, and again, it isn't her fault. "Just.. you need to come to Moscow, alright? I need you to come here. It's Spring."

Gray would glance over his shoulder. "She's gone. And you need to be here. I'll explain when you're here. I can't stay on the phone. I'm sorry."

Hanging up, the man deflates, already berating himself for the way in which he's handled himself.

Pretty LadyPeople just gravitate towards me.Plus, I have wonderful genetics. have you seen Sarah? And Daniel was considered pure perfection in his time.And those who flirt with me never seem to come close to your level of beauty.

Little Leaf
Being human again would be rather difficult.
Especially with how long we were all vampires.
If it makes you feel better being an angel isn't all it's cracked up to be!
The wings are SUPER annoying!
You know if you need anything and I mean anything I am here.

Tired eyes had began to close though he still remained conscious. Suddenly, there was physical contact. A single eye slid open to meet the woman's gaze. Her silent regard for his sacrifice was well received on his end. In the short time they had known eachother, the two had began operating on the same wavelength rather quickly. He understood her, and she was beginning to understand him.

Lazy nods were given in response to her agreement to alerting him...but then she mentioned Harry Potter. Eyelids flew open, the mimosa was chugged, and soon the demon was scampering out of the bathroom with his underwear falling down to his ankle revealing a full moon to Autumn. He shuffled out. "I am so game for Harry Potter and pajamas!" And off he ran in all his naked glory to his bedroom.

Why did he have to shack up with a now human lie detector? Oh, yeah, because she was hot as the sun, clever as a fox, and was the only person in the world he trusted. Easy. A soft sigh escaped his lips. "Just muddling through assorted thoughts. Once I can make heads or tails of them, I will share." There. He truthed. He truthed so hard.

The bacon was munched on as she spoke. Tired eyes narrowed at her for a moment before retreating in defeat. "Fine. We will rest.If anything seems off, don't hesitate to alert me. Souls are kinda my thing."

"This won't be my only chance, doll. That I am assure of." A playful wink was shot in her direction while he snatched a piece of bacon from the mountain of it on the tray. "You don't need me hogging all the bubbles. I'm a bubble wh0re."

A brow arched at her question. After a moment of reflection he opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again, pursing his lips. Blue hues glanced off into the distance before he shrugged. "For once, not much. I guess doing those jumps is a great way to clear the mind." The man was lying through his teeth but, alas, he was an amazing liar.

He had to be. "What about you? Any thoughts on when you would like to do the inspection? I'd prefer sooner rather than later, but at your convenience of course."

As if summoned by her text the man strode into the bathroom with a tray for the bathtub in one hand and platter with their meals and drinks in the other. He truly looked like a butler... minus everything but the underwear. Humming a small tune he prepared the tray in the middle of the tub, handing a mimosa to the woman. The food was then placed before her. Instead of getting into the tub he simply sat next to it, resting his chin on the lip.

Tired, sultry eyes slowly blinked at the woman while giving an equally exhausted smile. "As much as I'd love to share the bath, I feel I'd be too distracted to keep up a thoughtful conversation." The mimosa was brought to his lips in which he took a nice little sip. "See? I have self control. Isn't it the worst?"

The sounds of pans and cutlery can be heard fro mthe kitchen. Suddenly music begins to play. Specifically, 'Bang Bang' by Jeese J and some other chicks he didn't really care for. Just her. She was the Queen. And the breakfast begins!

Pretty LadyLevel head? You should be relaxing.Or is there something else wrong in the Summers' family?I smell anxiety.

Pretty LadyUgh. At least Hell had popes ready for snackage.Cardinals are alright, I guess. Any would do.Just no animals. They never did nothing to nobody.Wait, bathtub? A bath sounds great.I'll be in with bacon in just a second ;D

Pretty LadyYou got me there. I've never been spliced between the realms before so how would I know?Seems two jumps is my maximum capacity for now.Probably could do more if I had a decent meal!Is there a pope nearby I can eat?Beside a horrible headache, I'm swell.Want eggs? I'm gonna make eggs.

The man narrowed his eyes in the woman's direction. Given her situation he would bite back his retort. Had it been any other time the two would probably toss insults at eachother until they tired themselves out. Or end up in bed together. Either way, he was into it.

All thoughts stopped when he was told he would be going to bed. Hands raised up in offense he looked down at the woman. "Excuse you, I am a grown @ss man. I will go to bed when I d@mn please!" After asserting his dignity as an adult he gave a few moments before adding, "And, also, I left the stove on. I was baking. I'm only half-human, Autumn!"

Before she could chew him out for his insolence he snatched her into a tight embrace. The apartment was envisioned in his mind. the cats. Furniture. The familiar aura of what he had started to call 'home'. Within seconds the two had arrived exactly where Idris had intended: the living room of Autumn's apartment. A big, proud grin spread across his face as he released the new blond. "See? Told you...I could... do... nap." Slowly the man started to lean backwards until he lost his footing, falling down and crashing loudly onto the floor. Yup. He was all tuckered out.

Armed with Gray’s phone, he types out another text to another Summers, his request prevalent in his wording. Jasper is worried for his partner, and anything that would lighten his load, he would do it. And getting them off his back is certainly a must.

The male's face wrinkled into a mocking facing, repeating her words about his splitting of hairs in a whiny voice. "My balls would appreciate it if you stopped busting them, love." Why was he getting so defensive? This whole learning to fit in with humans thing was harshing his vibe.

Violet eyes looked at the woman when she voiced her worries. His head tilted to the side in confusion. Worry? For him? Why? Sure he was in Atom's body (technically it was his body first but there he was, splitting hairs again) but it almost seemed like she cared about what happened to Idris. Instead, he went with the Atom route. Her concern was always for Atom.

Then the spotlight was magnified on him. "What? No... no emergency... just, like. Maybe...the cats miss you? Yeah. Maddie misses you so much and you know she doesn't like me as much as you so let's go. Right now." Hopefully, his cover would work. "I'm fine, really. I can do it."

With his mouth full of bread and condiments he replied, rather messily. "I don't need to rest. It was hard because you aren't...you. Pinpointing a soul in the middle of Jerusalem over a solid body requires a bit more energy." At least that was what he told himself. Was he really so out of practice that he would lose all energy from one jump? Unfortunately, he was too stubborn to see that as a possibility.

"For your information," he said as he wiped a smudge of peanut butter from his face, like a child, on the back of his sleeve,"I landed just fine. It was when I stood up everything turned to sh!t." The man looked away like a pouting child. He did not like having his ability questioned, let alone demeaned!

When she spoke of things better than his PB and J an epiphany struck him. The stove. The cookies! He left them on! Purple eyes grew wide with horror. The kitties had no clue how to operate an oven, they were cats! The sandwich was devoured quickly. "Alright. I'm good to go. All strong and back to normal. Come one. Let's be off." His hand reached out, urging for her to come to him. Quickly!

Autumn
Don’t apologize. You’re going through ten shades of stress, I can imagine.
Actually, I kinda know. But I imagine every situation is different.
I get the prickly mads when I am scared of losing any of you.
Keep your chinup, babe. Love you!

Summer grappled around her unmade bed for her phone, hearing the text tone for her sister. Damn. Feast or famine with her siblings, she thought with a wry chuckle. Chewing on the end of a Red Vine, Summer rolled to her stomach to read and respond. An opened bag of crisps crunched beneath her bare stomach. Reading with one eyebrow up, Summer let out an amused sniff. New body? Welcome to the club, sis.

Autumn
And here I was thinking I was gonna get bad news! Those five crows must’ve been a fluke. You know, my change was instigated by Old Scratch himself. Having any dalliances with the devil lately? Just a thought.
In any event, I bet you are super cute as a blonde. It works perfectly that you are now a blonde because——between you and me—-my hair is actually now very dark brown. I’ve been dying it! My roots are crazy right now so I guess it’s no secret.
Anyway, welcome to the Body snatchers club. It’ll get easier. It’s an excuse to go shopping- no way can any normal-height person fit into your old midget clothes.
Beg pardon- ‘fun sized’ clothes.

Cupboards were raided as well as the fridge. Bread, check. Peanut butter, check. Grape jelly, nope. He would have to suffice with strawberry. Ick. As Autumn spoke he began to work on the sandwiches. Three were in the making, two for him and one for Autumn in case she had forgotten to eat. Was he being...thoughtful? Gross.

"That is completely different. The quick scan is much more uncomfortable but only because it requires less prep." A piece of bread was shoved into his mouth in which he chewed loudly. He continued. "No, we leave tonight. I can do it. I don't want you here longer than you need to be."

It was obvious he was getting stronger by the moment. When one sandwich was finished he devoured it in but a few seconds making a moan of delight. "Human food is such a delight. Souls and sin are good and all, but nothing beats a good PB and J." Another was finished then offered to Autumn. "Eat. I know you don't feel like it, but at least take a few bites." He stared at her for a few moments before adding in what she had taught him. "Please."

"No worries, I don't make those kinds of deals. That's grunt work. That's far below my pay grade." It wasn't that he couldn't; he simply refused to. If he wanted a soul he would take it. No deal required. Grunts collected souls for the use of Hell or some other makeshift faction. Idris was above it all.

Once their hands touched he gave her a moment. "I'll be gentle." A weak grin appeared on his exhausted visage before he attempted resonating. An energy would escape his own hand into hers sending a sensation much like pins and needles up her arm and throughout the rest of her body. The feeling would only last for a few moments until Idris took his hand back.

A thumbs up was given. "Soul is in one piece. Nothing missing. No parasites. Still need a closer look but later." Finally he was starting to regain his strength. Slowly he pulled himself up from the chair and started off towards what he assumed to be the kitchen. "Alright. Just need to refuel and I should be able to make it."

Idris did not blame Autumn for her hesitation, nor did he plan on teasing her. Human emotions were still a mystery to him but even the demon knew not to tease a woman who had just woken up in a completely new body. Only an idiot would consider her actions dramatic. Like Lucius.

"There will be no rooting around in your mind. I just need to resonate with your soul for a minute. I need to make sure you aren't going to get pulled out. Or worse." His voice was tired but calm. The typical flirtation in his voice had dissipated and what remained was a man doing what he promised.

"When I get us back home I will perform a closer inspection and you will be with me every step of the way. No tricks. You will call the shots. Deal?" The hand was turned halfway to offer a shake. If he had proven anything to the woman it was that he is a man of his word. A quality he and Atom had in common.

The woman's words were lost to him on account of his full attention being on his two new friends! The snaps brought him back to reality with a series of tired blinks followed by a chuckle. "Sorry, just admiring the scenery is all."The man tried to laugh but ended up pressing his fingers to his temples. Would someone stop that banging?!

Though his eyes were closed he listened to her situation. Only two creatures were capable of such a feat: demons and witches. A hand reached out towards the woman, his other hand now cradling his head. "Let me have your hand," he murmured. There was no guarantee that the strings that swapped her bodies had not yet detached. He needed to inspect her.

"I need to make sure you're in one piece in there. Won't be a thorough look, but enough to find anything out of sorts."

The room began to spin violently as his body struggled to hold itself up against the wall. Where there was a single New Autumn, there were now two. Then one again. Then two.

Could someone get motion sickness from standing still? Cuz Idris was!

The journey from wall to chair was a violent blur to the exhausted demon. It would seem he needed to practice a bit more before taking such a leap again. Well, after his next leap. He wondered what would happen after the next one to get home?

An exhausted groan left his lips upon feeling the soft cushions against his back and bottom. "That took a lot more out of me than I had hypothesized. I'm very out of practice."

A single purple eye opened to look at the woman before him. It trailed down to her breasts with a big toothy grin spreading across his face. "So, what happened here? Last I remember, vampires didn't body hop like my kind."

Someone's footsteps could be heard in the distance. Though this was the address he was given he still felt on edge with the whole situation. Why was she in London anymore? And why did she say he wouldn't recognize her?

When the woman turned the corner he couldn't help but give an audible gasp. The woman before him looked nothing like Autumn. Still gorgeous, but definitely not a red head.

It took a moment for him to gather himself but, after clearing his throat, he gave his typical smile. "Huh. Different body. Same sexy soul." Idris attempted to step forward but instead found himself tumbling sideways into a wall pushing over assorted items on the walls and on a nearby stands.

Some people stared at the man sitting in the middle of the sidewalk. Did he care? No. His eyes were memorizing the directions to his destination. Once the man had a sense of where he was going he stood up. Then the vertigo kicked in.

Idris wobbled and wobbled until splat! He fell backwards onto the ground, the world spinning around him.The jump had taken more out of him than he had expected. People gathered to assist him only to be shoved away and threatened. He stood on his own, though he had plenty of trouble on the way up. Once steady he made his way in the direction of Autumn.

The phasing had only dropped him five minutes away from her location but the exhaustion made it feel like an eternity. At the door he stood for a moment, taking deep breaths to regain his composure. The door was opened with his head peeking in.

The man sat cross legged on the floor in his sweat pants and shirt, his comfiest clothing. Despite his reassurance of his ability, the fact was he had never tried to phase to a specific person. It was truly just a hypothetical more than a proven theory. However, Idris was a gambler.

With eyes closed he voided his mind of everything except the small light in the back of his head kept on for Atom. For a while, there was nothing. Just silence. Then came the static. The pull. It was weak, but the signal was there. Idris began to focus on Autumn the same as she focused on him. He hadn't caught a glimpse of her full body, but enough so that it should work. However, that weakened the signal. Eyebrows furrowed. What was going on?

Instead he focused on her essence. Her being. When the connection was strong enough he felt his body become weightless. After a few moments in the weightless dark he felt concrete beneath his bottom and the sounds of people walking by, chatting in the distance. He wasn't an expert but, if he had to guess, they were speaking in Hebrew. If that was the case, he had arrived.

Pretty LadyTruth time, I wasn't expecting that to work. But it did.Alright, address.I shouldn't be too far.

Autumn
Thinkin' about you- Happy first day of Autumn!...at least in the Northern Hemisphere. I'm in California at present though, so I'm right-side-up right now. Globally. Not like, mentally. But you knew that.
Hope alls well. I heard from Winter a few weeks ago, but other than that it's been a quiet summer. Heh. That isn't very normal.
Loving you!

Pretty LadyI can go to places I know easily.To go somewhere I'm not familiar with, I need someone to REALLY focus on me. Like, envision my every detail as if I were there with them.If it's enough, I can kinda lock onto that person and end up in the general vicinity. Might need to search for you a bit.

Pretty LadyIf it's Gray, tell him I like his shoes today. He thinks I'm a spy or something.It'll be hilarious.But seriously, call if you need me. I will be making some of those Martha Stewart cookies I told you about. They shall await your arrival.

Autumn
You're joking? Remember that whole, heightened senses thing that comes with our undead condition? Your shampoo.. Conditioner.. That perfume you wear.. The distinct smell from the must of your clothes.. With all due respect, Ms. Summers, you're kind of...

Winter gasped loudly. "Autumn you know damn well that stealth was never my strong suit! Thinking I could steal money goodness!" He smirked at his sister as he held his arm out. "If you didn't love ice cream I would certainly worry!"

"But enough about the ice cream is this friend hot? Should I investigate them? Ya know to make sure they are worthy enough to be your friend no alternate motive at all!" Smiles innocently.

Yet another hand reached into Winter's pocket's who would it be this time? Winter turned to look at the one with the sticky fingers, icy eyes fell on familiar fiery locks, short in height, noticeable tattoos, green eyes. Autumn was picking his pockets!? And there she was taking the money like it belonged to her!

Hands went directly to his hips. "Excuse me little leaf just what is it you think you are doing with my funds? Do you know what I have to do to get that money? Let me tell you, you don't wish to know! But I will tell you in grave detail don't think I wont missy!" He did a sassy head bob then. "Unless you are treating me to all I can eat ice cream with my money I ask that you kindly return it." A playful smirk came to his face as he stared at his little sister.

Winter gives his petite sister a reassuring smile. "I will not be going anywhere little leaf, I will be here to annoy you till the end of time."

He made a face to make it appear he was thinking on what they should go and do though he already knew what his choice would be. "Well I should test my liver out! I haven't had something good to drink in awhile! Come little sister we shall drink the night away! And in the morning I am making pancakes! Or buying breakfast depending on how the night goes." He smirks at Autumn then.

Winter was only slightly taken back as his sister's hands cupped his face. One of his own hands coming up, he gently placed it upon hers. "I am real Autumn, I'm not going anywhere." At least not if he could help it. His mouth did cause him to get into sooo much trouble.

"Oh? Do we need to go get a few drinks and catch up? It doesn't have to be booze, we can get food, or tea whatever you are into now a days." He smiled as he heard her next words. "I am much better now, I mean who couldn't be happy seeing your beautiful face hm?"

"Yes little leaf it's me." Now that Winter thought about it, he was dead he could have come back with any name why did he still choose to go with Winter? Opportunity wasted. His muscular arms wrapped around her sisters small frame and he held her tightly.

"Not as much as I have missed you Autumn." He could attempt to explain why he had done what he did, why it took him so long to return but none of that seemed important right now. What was to him is that he was back even if it took a little longer then expected. "How have you been? Everything well with you?" He looked his sister over a dorky smile on his face.

Winter stared at his sister from a safe distance, Autumn did have a very unpleasant temper about her. She probably would be infuriated with him. Leaving without saying anything well dying without saying goodbye. Regardless he took a deep breath before stepping out from his hiding spot and offered her a smile.

"Hello Little Leaf." This was harder then he thought it would be. "I've missed you so." He averted his eyes a little. "And I am sorry."

Autumn
Happiness has always eluded me in the many chapters of my life. I still think back to that brief glimmer I'd grasped when loving him was all I had to do. But things change, as does life. Having a child, needing to protect that child... other things.

Autumn
The thrill never goes away. It just gets better. I feel empowered and sexy and in control of my life while on stage. And as you know, “empowered” and “in control of my life” are themes that haven’t been that prevalent in my/our lives until recently.
I am so glad you liked it! I bet you made a killing!!

Autumn
Thanks honey. I didn't pick it, but it grew on me pretty fast. Plus, my tips have nearly doubled. I guess they match the cup size. Or something.Of course I brought PJs. A night in marathoning movies sounds SO needed. See you soon, love.

Autumn
What, like using it to brain someone during a mugging?
Nah. I just pluck a feather and jam it into their neck, quill side first. Then...dead.
It’s glorious.
Yes please- I’d love help with it. I’m not a total luddite, but sometimes these things confound me.

Autumn
Maddie! Awww I can’t wait to see you both!
Oh! I almost forgot- I look a little different. Okay, a lot different. Still blond, same eye color. Still lookin like a snack. Other than that...when a curvy short haired blond walks in, don’t freak out, k?

Autumn
You being at your old house has me feeling like everything comes around full circle.
I’ll be there in a few hours with a bottle, some spliffs and a bag of food from the corner chip shop in hand.

Wes had done about six laps of this goddamn parking lot, and his car was just gone. The one thing in his messy life that was absolutely spotless, fawned over, flawlessly maintained. He wasn’t sure how, but he was about 87% sure that somehow his brother was behind it. F-ckin’ Derek.

And he’d left his phone in the car.

It was late evening, just outside of a bar he frequented called the Flask and Cannon. Absolutely f-cking fuming, cussing under his breath to nobody in particular, he finally came to the realization that he was going to need some help. Doing an about-face, he stopped the first person he saw; a pale redheaded woman.

“Excuse me,” He took a few steps toward her, “I, uh… my car is gone, and my phone was inside.” Agitated, he ran a hand over his face. “Do you mind if I borrow your cell for a minute? I need to call a cab.”

Gray knows that look all too well. This is not the first time he has earned it in spades, and he doubts that it will be the last. The world is, after all, a cruel and unusual place. Still, she would earn no recognition.

Not even with that threatening little smile of hers.

"All men lie," His slate gaze narrows, and he leans in only slightly. Voice lower, he holds her stare with his own. "You just have to pay attention."

Straightening up, he flashes a smile that is all business. "Good luck finding your Gray."

A hand to his elbow causes him to falter, and Gray instinctively tugs away before turning a cold glare over his shoulder. He is angry, this much is true, and the sight before him does little to dispel the emotion. Still, he remains composed. The world would never see him falter.

Autumn.

This is a particularly painful sight on several different levels, and that stormy gaze that is only his would barely flicker over her features before settling upon her eyes.

Autumn Gold
I had started to ease back, trying to learn how to control my emotions on my own. Turns out I need more practice. Apparently “sibling death” is too much for me to manage on my own. Hence smokin the country dry. I’m mostly teasing. I have a few plants of my own in my room.
I worry that while my intentions may be good, wonder if I’m just from bad stock? If we are truly cursed, could it rub off on others? Maybe I’m just looking for excuses. I don’t feel like it is me trying to run. It feels like me trying to protect him from the endless sh-t that happens to us.

Autumn
I’ll certainly take what you’re not going to use off your hands. Waste not, want not.
I’m so sorry to hear of your friend. That is terrible and I cannot imagine dealing with loss that close together.
It is incredibly odd. It’s certainly something I can get used to, but nothing I’m familiar with, something I am sure you understand. The strangest part is that I am a source of stability for him. Me. Being relied upon. It makes me scared but I also want to try. I don’t want to disappoint him.

Autumn Gold
I should’ve reached out too. I appear to have been sucked down a hole of despair. I think I’ve smoked Australia completely out of the good sh-t. I was aiming for a Blaize level of detached.
I suppose all of that is to be expected when the person I was closest to dies.
Despite being certain the Summers name is cursed, I’m doing better. Kiernan has been a rock, which has been nice.
How are you holding up?

RedA catch, you say? Stop. You're making me nauseous.Why you decided to get married I will never understand. Too many strings. Too many terms and conditions. I will make sure he knows it is from you.Love you as well, little red.

RedMe? Find somebody?My dear, I am about as romantic as Trump is sane. Besides, the few men who can keep up with my wit despise me. And women bore me as of late.Lucius can get over himself. You are a big girl. And I already planned on keeping Gray away from sharp objects. He is an asset to myself and important to you and Spring.

AutumnI will be back in London in a few days.Spring's Coven in a sausage fest so I doubt I will stay here too long. As much as men are appealing, too many in one place sicken me.I saw Gray.It would seem the demon is battling some demons.

RedWell, stop on by the manor if you are in London.Winter is going to be helping me unpack.Did I mention while in Cancun, Piers and Winter would NOT leave eachother alone? Snogging at all hours of the day.

RedI have no plans of leaving anytime in the near future.I can't be running off to Cancun when there I have Big-Brother work to do.That reminds me, are you well? Need wine and some brother talk?You can complain about Lucius to me. I live for any dirt I can get on him.

He's grinning again, a gleam to his gray eyes as her curiosity gets the better of her. He gives another nonchalant shrug, lips pursed in a telling smirk. "There may have been some accidental zombie-ing, buuuut.. I couldn't confirm or deny that."

He stuffs his hands in his pockets, as casual as ever. "Maybe next time we run into each other, I'll tell you all about it."

He snorts, another brief chuckle escaping him without effort. "She's gotten a head butt or two, but I can't say I've left as much of a mark as a cellhphone night when I'm excited." Atticus, for his part, can talk about his wife for days. So, he seems to enjoy someone who could reciprocate. "Glutton for punishment seems the to be the correct designation. I tend to think Cam is a bit crazy for going along with my schemes, but the support is unparalleled."

"If it's trouble worth getting into, you should know I'm never far." He grins, a knowing look shared. "I can certainly sympathize. My wife keeps me very busy. And endlessly amused. And, if your husband is anything like my wife, there's a general support of controlled mayhem in the house."

He stares with that mischievous look in his eyes, a very coy shrug his initial answer. "I'm only ever up to trouble. It's my forte. I'm just offended you didn't invite me along on whatever little adventure got your face posted for the realm to see."

Autumn
Logan was early. I was banking on some time to figure out a game plan.
We're safe here, I think. It's weird... I don't believe he'd hurt him. That doesn't mean others wouldn't jump at the chance.

Birthday Babe
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL WOMAN!
I hope your day is fantastic. I just know this year is going to be your best yet. Of that I have no doubt. You deserve nothing but the best.
In the box, you’ll find some earrings made by an artist here in Australia, made with opals mined here! And some emeralds for added elegance. They nearly called for me to buy them, knowing how amazing they’d look on you.
Enjoy. I love you dearly!!

"Well, red, seems we part as friends, then." He offers a hand to shake, seemingly pleased with the interaction. And, choosing to stick with the nickname than her actual name. But, it was nice to know if he had to call her out of a crowd. "Thanks for the chat. See you around, eh?"

"E-readers are sh!t. Stick to books. They were never meant to be a dying medium." He replies with obvious conviction. "My mother was a librarian. S'pose the industry is just fine for a volunteer, but you'd sooner find me in a bookstore than shopping for e-books." There's an earnest passion in his tone, clearly having touched upon a subject of important with him. "Happy to find someone who understands the sentiment. Electronics are good for plenty... Just not the written word."

"My mother lived in books. I'm just happy I didn't get something worse, like Ishmael or Gatsby. Atticus, I can work with." He offers a teasing frown, which quickly reverts back to an easy smile. "You're familiar with Harper Lee's books, then? Mockingbird is a classic. Couldn't put down the sequel, though."

Soleil is very much aware that she's a long way from home. Anywhere outside the walls of the Compound, or away from the security of the New York brownstone could be considered a foreign place. London is no exception. Despite the New York-like bustle, the English hub often proves to be rather overwhelming for the young Whitaker. And she is not at all surprised by the sensation of nimble fingers reaching into her back pocket.

Autumn Dalca just failed at stealing money from you!

“My wife keeps telling me that my ass attracts unwarranted attention,” she laughs, turning to face the woman who’d just tried to rob her. Soleil immediately recognizes her petite frame and shockingly red hair - they’d passed each other in the Order’s halls once or twice. Perhaps that was the motivation behind trying to pickpocket her? With an amused grin, she adds, “That’s one way to greet a stranger."

Domestic Goddess
If you're still in a baking mood, Kiernan reports he likes 'samoas'. Didn't know what the fvck those were, so I googled them. Now I know why I didn't: guess they are Girl Scout cookies. I don't recall seeing any girl scouts come to our house growing up, haha. Probably were warned away by their parents.
Anyway. So I guess just some coconuty, caramely, chocolatey goodness would do. You're the kitchen witch, I'm sure you could concoct something amazing of the sort.
Winter stopped by for a visit. It sure was nice seeing his face. Where do you and Lucius live? I still owe you a visit.

Funny Girl
I laughed way too hard at your text. Maybe I should ask Kiernan if he was dropped on his head too. I don't think I know him well enough for that though.
For real though, we have like, the entire Samsonite set worth of baggage. It's a cute set though. Best believe we pack our crazy stylishly!
I'll ask Kiernan what type of cookie he likes. I meant it when I said we don't know a whole lot about each other. Knowing someone's Top Three Favorite Cookies seems pretty important, so I'll get on that crucial conversation as soon as I can.
Tech stuff, eh? What exactly does Lucius do? Or is that 'proprietary information'?

Domestic Goddess
My stomach just growled at the thought of your baking. There's one thing for your 'to-do' list. Send your dear, sweet, cooking-challenged sister a care package of noms??
You are smart as a whip, focused, driven, and talented. I have no doubt you'll figure out stuff soon. Meanwhile, enjoy the down time. You deserve it.
Things are good on this end. Winter is here for a visit, which is nice. I haven't spent quality time with him since London I think.
As for Kiernan, well, we went on a date. And I'm just adjusting to this idea that I'm someone who dates. Or is dated. It's weird. A very foreign concept. It is as jarring a thought as when I realized I had wings. Like, so I guess this is me now? He hasn't run, which means he deserves a medal of some sort, haha. At least a participants ribbon. "Survived a date with Summer and didn't lose my goddamned mind".

"I think you and Lucius both should go." She replied quietly. "Once the security system defaults." There is a stillness to her then, as looks her friend over. "I don't know what happens, now. With me, and with Jameson. I don't know if he's the same person. But..."

She glanced down at Logan, allowing him to take hold of her pointer finger. "I have to be here for him. I have to see this through."

Bloodshot eyes stared up at Autumn, emotionless. "Jameson's..." She suddenly becomes aware of Logan's wailing, enough for her to pull back from Autumn and gather him up in her arms. "Jason's going to him. Noura's already there. Wherever the hell he is...everyone gets to know but me."

There is an obvious resentment in her tone, now. "I love him. I love him enough to walk away from all of this...and I can't even get a phone call, or a text. Not even a mention of his well-being."

Baby sis
How did you get so wise, sissy-pants?
After reading your emails, I had a good long sit-n-stare with the wall. Well, me and my bong did.
I think...I think I'm gonna try to take your advise. What's the worst that could happen?
Or rather, what's the best that could happen? I could end up like you, blissed out and happy.
I'm scared though. Anyway. Thank you for your words and wisdom. I still don't get how you got so wise!

Autumn
I'm glad it makes sense. Things felt different when I returned; my body, myself- I respond differently to things? Like, spiritual places feel almost nourishing so to speak. Hell, maybe they are. I don't get it most of the time.
Anyway, it's comforting to hear it isn't just me though.
Related-unrelated-whatever- when you and Lucius first got together. Like, romantically. How did you get past the barriers? The mental ones?
Sorry if that is too heavy to ask while you're trying to relax and bask in love!! You can respond later, when you're back to real life.

Autumn
I can practically smell the flowers and spices, practically hear the sounds of the city streets and the languages around me.
That temple though...I need to visit it. The picture alone looks very serene and close to source. If that makes sense. Being in those places makes me feel whole. I'm not even stoned, I mean it.
I'm really glad you're having a sublime time. It looks relaxing and romantic-the exact combination for a perfect honeymoon, imo!

Autumn
He was 8 pounds at birth. Still premature. Pretty sure if I had carried him to term I would have ripped in half. WTF.
Only four fingers. Total. He's got permanent Spock hands.
KIDDING. He's all put together. I promise.
And he has the cheesiest smile ever. :)

New Bride
It looks like someone is living the sweet life- deservedly so! You know, I've never been to India. That picture alone has it bumping up the list. The food alone....omg the food. Get in mah belly.

Autumn
When I wake up every morning, there's a few minutes where reality hasn't yet set in. And then I reach for a man that isn't there, and it all comes crashing down again.
I wasn't meant to do this alone.

AutumnIt's not nearly as bad as it sounds. The little ones are easy to deal with.My mother has an obsession with her stupid husband.I don't know why. Jace is nothing like a teddy bear.I got TeddyJace's arm, though. Wanna see?

AutumnYeah, my mom has been making them.They have homicidal tendencies or they are just really depressing. Their ring leader is a giant one named Teddy Jace who, after my last attempt on his life, disappeared somewhere into the castle catacombs.

AutumnHunt murderous teddy bears of terror.Peruse the castle grounds. There's a lot of hills and the ocean isn't far.The beach is quite nice. Also, the undead butlers will play hide and seek if you ask nicely.

Autumn
Ellie will burn. Ellie wants to burn. Ellie has not slept in two days because Rambo is doing somersaults in her f*cking ovaries.
I don't know where tf Jameson is. He only responds to my texts if I say I'm in labor.

Autumn
I live with Jameson. I will have a half-me, half-Jameson baby.
My life has been over since he kissed me.
So long as you, Summer, and Winter are here to take me out once this satan spawn is born, take as long as you'd like in India!

Autumn
I wager I will be the last Summers. Guaranteed. Winter will find some fella who will sweep him off his feet, then I'll be the last man standing!
I look forward to the party. I won't get too trashed, swear.

Mrs.
I had this crazy dream a while back in which I got hitched (??!!) and you and Winter got super pissed at me for not inviting to the big event.
Weird dream, yo.
CONGRATS!!! I'm happy for you! And will 100% not be staying at Chez Honeymoon when I come to London! At least that settles that.
Did you have a proper wedding? Did you wear white? Did you get presents? Are you going on a honeymoon? Those last two things are literally the only reason I can see to get hitched.
And...did you change your name?

Autumn
I forget that about you, your love and talent in cooking! Homecooked meals sound perfect. I fully understand the feeling of flitting about. Hell, I've only just started unpacking in my room in Sydney. Living out of a suitcase for nearly half leaves much to be desired. Funny, since not too lohg ago, I was stuck and unable to leave. One would think I'd hate to stay in one spot for too long. Which I guess is kinda true.

Autumn
To answer your questions: I'm not entirely sure!
I'm guessing I'll head back to Sydney after, unless something else catches my attention. I hadn't planned that far ahead.
I have no idea if he eats or drinks. Make no fuss on our account. We'll be in and out anyway.

Autumn
To be truthful, I hadn't thought that far ahead. I am not sure how long we are staying. It was intended on being a quick trip before knowing a visit was included. To my understanding, he mentioned he doesn't really sleep. So I guess he won't need a room. An empty balcony or quiet rooftop would be sufficient as far as I can tell.
I don't care much for that town, Autumn. I very much treasure our visit in Paris. That was fun!

Autumn
Of course the friend has a name. It's Kiernan. He's like me, kinda. Showing me the ropes 'n stuff. Maybe I can learn to control things without weed.
Not that I want to. It's just a nice option, not having the monkey on my back.
I'm surprised our idiot parents didn't not name one of us. Just...no name. Doesn't that seem like some dumb sh!t they'd pull? Fvck those guys. Hard. And not in the good way.

Autumn
There is some loose strings that I need to handle in London, so I suppose a trip is in order regardless of phantom-not-phantom men.
Plus, I think I can hear your plants crying from Sydney! It's just heartbreaking!

Autumn
Mulțumesc, soră!
Save travels back to the homeland. I was gonna head there myself, but that mysterious dude with messages from the grave stopped texting. Hmm, maybe I was just really fvkcin high and conjured up his existence entirely.
I'm gonna go contemplate that right now.

Autumn
Good news about Spring.
You stay safe as well. Have fun visiting the in-laws...I mean...Lucius' family! :D
PS If you could pick up a bottle of Țuică while you're there, that'd be fantastic. Believe it or not, it's hard to find.

She took a while before responding to her sister. The angel was indeed triggered. The invocation of her presumably deceased brother. What she perceived was a brush off. Isolation from her family-a trigger very deeply ingrained and tangled with a host of other issues. The conclusion that Blaize was in hell. All the feelings surrounding that- running the gamut from fear to familiarity.
Lastly, the meta notion of being triggered seemed to be a trigger. This man wanted to meet? She couldn't even read and respond to a text without her feathers getting ruffled. Literally. White wings stretched out, the pink tips brushing against furniture as she paced in her room. Space. She needed more space.
Walking into the main room at the Azhi compound, Summer paced more, treading a path around the room. This man wanted to bequeath an estate here in Australia. The nerve. She'd moved into Blaize's home before, thinking she'd be with her family. Au contraire, the halls empty and cold with all her family enthralled elsewhere. It had been, unbeknownst to Summer, the straw that sent her deep.
And now her brother sent a puppet to talk in his stead. Taking a deep toke, Summer sat back on an oversized chair. Feeling more herself, she replied.

Autumn
Alright I'm feeling a little better. Nothin a little herb can't fix.
I am fairly certain his interest in talking to me has been rescinded after my last exchange. If I were to meet, my wings would be out. I'm not accustomed to having people see them. Isn't that funny? I take off my clothes for money, but won't let just anyone see that one part of me.
Sure. If Blaize can send a spokesperson, so can I, right? I only want words, something he never gave to me anyway. I have exchanged about three texts with this mystery man and it is nearly a longer convo than any I had with Blaize.
I do not accept the estate. Or any monetary inheritance. I'll send you my short list of charities for those.
I miss him too. And worry for him, especially if he is where I think he is.
I appreciate you, sissypants.

Autumn
I already told him where I am. I'm presently on holiday in Santorini, trying to fvcking relax but there's too many god damned tourists and I these texts from this fvcking grifter....
I need to blow off some steam. So help me god, if a hot cabana boy walks by, I'm gonna play "fvck, marry, kill" on one single person.
I don't think I can meet this person face to face. I can't keep it together. My wings...and...I can't. I'm trying but I can't figure out how to control it. Aside from blessed drugs.

Autumn
Sober. Yes. Again, still. Who fvckin knows.
If I were a good angel, I'd listen. Do unto others and all that horse sh!t.
You're the one he wants to talk to. That has been made abundantly clear..
Apparently there is an estate in Australia. Perhaps you can stay there and regale me with the story someday.

And just like that, her newfound buzz started to wear off as her wings threatened to make another appearance. Letting out a hiss of steam, Summer tapped out her reply.

Autumn
I concur with all of what you say.
However.
This supposed "inheritance"? Don't want it.
Information about Blaize? Blaize spoke approximately three sentences to me since I got back (NOT an exaggeration). And now he sends some sulphuric lackey to have a conversation?

You'd think the Realm would realize that Mackenzie Brooks has a low bullsh-t tolerance, but no. Apparently not. There are still some who think the seasoned veteran of mayhem is someone to be trifled with, and it rather amuses her. The girl who chooses to test those boundaries this evening is far from slick, chubby fingers digging right into her pocket and wiggling as if she had all the room in the world.

What is with this millennial generation in the Realm? Tact has gone out the window, obviously. No care to perfect their skills, and it is both sad and unimpressive.

Nevertheless, Mackenzie sighs and allows the girl to think she's doing a great job, even going so far as to slow her pace as she walks. There is a small amount of cash in her pocket, and obviously this girl needs it more than her.

Poor thing.

A icy cold glance is tossed over her shoulder, blue eyes boring into the girl. She'd take the money, and Mackenzie would give her a tip.

Hellcat
Well, that certainly isn't the news I was expecting.
Be careful. He's been nice to me, but I know that's just one aspect of him.
....Autumn....the Brothers are there. I saw them. I thought they were my punishment. Just...please stick to Lucius' side. Like glue.
Above all-fvcking come back to me. Don't stay down there. I don't care how great it is or if you don't find Blaize or if he doesn't want to return. Come back. I need you to promise.
I can't fvcking lose any more of you.

To be clear, Elouise and Autumn were most certainly sneaking away with Summer to learn how to poll dance. F*ck Lucius. Well, wait. Lucius is nice.

"You had every right to be mad. I was totally insensitive..." Without another word, the blonde give an awkward, one armed hug to the ginger, having to stoop since she's 'fun-sized'. "You're my best friend too."

For the record, Elouise probably would have preferred her nude. Nevertheless, she stuffs her working hand into the pocket of her jeans, feet scuffing the floor beneath her. "I'm sorry I lied, and made you worry, and hurt you. I was reckless, and unfair, and stupid."

As it was clear that Autumn would be ignoring her texts, (she was, of course, unaware the woman had broken her phone), Elouise manages to get herself out of bed to go and knock on the door that no doubt housed Lucius and Autumn on the other end.

"Are you still ignoring me? Can we talk, please?" She pauses. "...it's Elouise, in case you didn't realize." Smooth.

Juggling her purse, two bouquets of flowers, a suitcase, a laptop carrier and a joint delicately grasped between two fingers, Summer was unable to fish her phone out of her purse. Had she known an obituary was needed for yet another of her fiery sister's devices, she'd not even considered it. Ringing the doorbell again, she lifted her chin up and yelled in a sing-song voice, loud enough to wake the dead,"Elouise! Autumn!!! I'm here! Open the f-cking door, I'm freezing my god damned t!ts off out here!"

Autumn
Sissypants- I just landed (omg finally). I have a driver- now I just need the address. And any code or whatever to get in. Name on the list, whatever. I guess I could tell security I am there for Elouise's stripper lessons. They'd be like "oh yea, we've been expecting you".
Winter is being curious. Like, more so than normal. If you see him before I arrive, stall his ass. I need to see him.

Autumn
Oh my god. I didn't even leave The Order's grounds. If you had bothered to check beyond my room, you'd know that.
I lied because I'm not supposed to be out of bed, Autumn. I have protection, I'm not an idiot. And Jason is patrolling, regardless.

Autumn
Don't bring my f*cking kid into this, or our friendship. You know I love you, Autumn.
You have no idea how frustrated I am, sitting in that room all day, totally f*cking hapless. I needed to feel the air on my bones. Is that so much to ask? For a moment to myself, outside of that glorified prison cell?

Autumn
I don't care how cute a pilot or the flight attendant is, how much complimentary champagne they keep pushing on me, or how much leg room I have on this Dassault Falcon- transcontinental flights are a f-ckin drag. I think we're somewhere over Kazakhstan right now.

Autumn
Hmm. In Moscow? I suppose I could use some vodka and borscht. Not together though. That is disgusting.
I just texted a pilot I know. Don't ask. Or ask, I am an open book. Anyway. He says if I get my ass to the airport now, it's about an 18 hour flight. So...see you tomorrow?
I'll bring some "medicinals" for El. Wait, she's still pregs. Okay, more for me then.

Autumn daze
Mushrooms: I like to eat them and apparently I am one- I had not heard any pregnant women had been shot. Who the f-ck is gonna be on the business end of a roasting spit for f-cking with our girl?
Mushrooms, roasting spits...apparently I am hungry!

Well, if I wasn't shot, or, y'know, pregnant, I'd be in a position to be useful to my husband.
-licks cream cheese off a finger-
So instead, I get to sit here and wonder if anyone has died yet. It's great.

AutumnAnd a vampire cannot pay in demonic power, can she? ;) Don't worry about it, toots.He will. And if he's afraid you will be in danger, you won't. You guys will be invisible to all denizens of the underworld.Nifty trick I picked up.As for Kai...I'm working on that.

AutumnLet me worry about that. The price is easily taken care of.Now if you can get me someone who has lots of power I can make it happen.However, you will need to follow everything I say. No exceptions.

Autumn Oh... that could be difficult. Getting a demon out of Hell is one thing but a soul of the damned?That's a recipe for disaster. He could become a ghoul, a poltergeist, even a Lich! The last one is, like, worse case scenario. They're really bad.

Autumn
No, I won't give it up. Not unless it's what's best for him.
Of course he's the best thing that has ever happened to me. Jameson is the love of my life. I don't know where I'd be if I hadn't met him.

Autumn
Maybe not. But I'm sure there is no place for you in hell, either. Your curse should not dictate your eternity, my friend. As for Lucius... He loves you. If you never heed another piece of advice from me again; follow your heart in all things. He will come around, or he won't. But you already know what's right or you wouldn't be asking.

Autumn A soul doesn't equate to living! Anything with free will has a soul!He may be in Purgatory, as well, if he was a vampire like the rest of you. If a creature lives by instinct and that ends up causing misfortune to others they go there.Why do you wanna find him? Final gikdbyes?

Autumn
I think it would be easier for Jameson if I weren't in Moscow at all, but...
I know. But I'm stressed. I worry for his sanity, sometimes, dealing with all of this. It's too much of a burden for any man, even my husband.

Autumn
Don't think me obstinent when I insist that I am not helpless.
Pass that along to my husband, because I don't think he believes me when I say it isn't his fault.
I don't want him beating himself up. He has enough to worry about.

Autumn
Of course he is welcome. Time is not a problem. You understand where I am coming from here, I'm sure. If anything happens where I need to be away, I just need someone around who we trust. Elouise kind of loves you, so I think that fits the bill.

Autumn
Okay, so first, relax. I'm fine. Jameson took it out and stitched me up, and now I'm sitting pretty with a bag of Cheetos.
And...Jameson's former best friend / Noura's ex-boyfriend? I don't know, it's 900 shades of really f*cked up around here.

Autumn
I've heard from Winter. He's the last brother remaining.
.....
I'm doing alright. As I told Winter, I guess maybe since I've been to the other side, I know it isn't that scary. I know maybe we'll see him again? Then again, I've never been the most balanced individual. So who knows.
I'm glad you're hanging in there. And I'm glad for Lucius. I know you and Blaize had a bond. I...have few words of comfort. Other than if we don't see him again, I'm sure he told lucifer to unseat the throne and to gtfo. But I remain hopeful. He's stronger than me, and I made it out. He can too.

Autumn
I dressed up as a playboy bunny for Easter.
...except the zipper got stuck.
And then Jameson said putting on clothes was a waste of effort still together.
Needless to say, I've still got it. Or he has brain damage. ;)

-Comes hopping by in a bunny suit with an orange tabby cat sidekick in his basket--hands his adopted sister a basket full of different wines, chocolates, a customized wine glass with her name on it, and stuffed rabbit-"Happy Easter!-Hops away to his next victim-

Autumn
Sorry I fell asleep and drooled at brunch. And in the Maserati after brunch. And on your lap while we watched The Notebook. Generally just sorry for drooling.
...who tf carried me to bed? I'm so comfy. What's for dinner? Donuts?

SistahDid you let him know I am the Heir to the throne of Hell?Or that there is a beach and spa and it's just a very nice local.Never anyone there since the demons are always on the job and the sinners are all kept in their designated Rings of Pain.

SistahAwwwwwww you're so sweet~He would be mad...he likes my face. He's told me a lot.One day I'll give Lucifer the good ole One Two Buckle My Shoe.Or something.But a trip to Hell would be fun. It's not all fire and brimstone like everyone thinks. It's like an alternate reality or something.

-pauses at the car-
-stares blankly-
Autumn. Do I look like someone who is capable of going without tequila and weed any longer than I already have?
This is not human. And neither is the thing inside me. Definitely a f*cking alien.

-pft's-
-links arms with-
He'll survive. And he'll be the perfect example of why birth control is so important! If I ever think a second kid is a good idea, just like, send me the recording of this one's birth. That'll change things.

Sistah from anotha MistahReally?! I need it. I like modelling and all but if Kai saw how touchy these people get we would have a mass homicide on our hands.It would be sexy, but we don't need that kind of attention.As for the trip to Hell, I know a back way. And demons typically leave me alone down there since I'm stronger when down under. They're scared of me, can you believe it?

He must be close to some sort of break-through. I've just been harassing his sister while he's working. It's fun! Except I'm sort of afraid she's going to murder me one of these days. Anyways!
-prods-
...what's that look for, giggles? Something you'd like to share with the class?

Best SeasonRight? It's why I can't get a real job. My records all say I'm 7. So I do modelling here and there.I can take you there sometime. It would be like a day or two trip but it's not as bad as people let on.

I have a suitcase full of corn chips and got a pocket knife through airport security. I definitely have everything I need.
-clears throat-
Jameson got caught up. Y'know. With work. Is Winter in London? It's been like, two days. But I'm having cuddle withdrawal. The man's cuddle game is on point.

Best SeasonIt can be but it's been a rather slow week.I haven't had much free time until recently so I haven't done much. Now that I think about it, the only people I spend time with are my husband and mother.That's embarrassing.

Best SeasonWell, he's off on another trip. I'm just being a leader and junk. My people are all doing their own thing and I'm here... making paper airplanes and throwing them at my cat.It's important coven business, ya know.

Best SeasonEy, yo gurl!How have you been? It feels like I haven't seen you in forever!You shoudl come visit some time. I think you, Kai and I should have a night out.Burn down some buildings.Cause a tasteful amount of chaos.That kind of stuff.

Autumn
Hey, you may have been friends first, but I got snuggles first!
And it's worth sweeping up the glitter, thaaaank you~.
And then you can take Jameson out and do something fun, and Lucy and I can like...play Battleships.

Fancy FallYeeeaaaaah he is pretty possessive. It's pretty hot.I know he won't do any funny stuff and he likes warmth. So it's whatever. How much do you bring when you travel? You aren't like Elle Woods and require a full van just for your luggage do you?

AutumnHe gave someone my number? That's a feat all in itself. He's typically very selfish about letting others talk to me.I'm doing alright. Doing some work on the Coven.Punching nuisances of assorted kinds in the face.Yourself?

Autumn
Well, yeah. The nice lady doctor said so.
And Jameson said it had to be a boy because it's an Orlav.
I guess we'll really know in two weeks? LOL. Jameson will die if it's a girl. Like, seriously. He will have a stroke and die.

AutumnApparently, at 18 weeks the sex can be revealed, but we already know that. 19, the baby can hear all of the gun assembly tapes I'll be playing him, and 20 is the half-way mark. Wahoo! Still kinda looks like an alien though.

Autumn
He could have had like 10,000, but he low-balled himself. Maybe reached in the wrong pocket.
Either way, it's still hilarious when people steal Jameson's money. And, thank you! I like my ass too. And yours. ;)

Autumn
I guess I'll have to think about it more.
I haven't heard from my mother in weeks. Probably on another bender.
You know, I really like Lucius. I don't know any guy who offers his girlfriend over without any qualms. Except he stole my dog treats. 😠

Autumn
1. Of course I'll share some tips and tricks to dancing. And "dancing". Two different things. Both very useful!
2. You are glowing, girl! Love looks good on you. And this one? This one I approve of. For whatever that is worth. Not like I have a great track record in judging dudes. Which leads me to:
3. That bartender? Of course I hit that. He's like...packin' down low, if you catch my drift.
4. Here's Winter's poetic words: [message attached]

Autumn
When we lived in Bloemfontein, my bed was my sacred place. I didn't even want to let Jameson in there, mostly because it was a onesie-only zone. But he has a REALLY cute butt. And he used to be funny, and nice. He would bring me food, too. He pranked my room with spaghetti bombs, too.

Her set had ended just as they did in London, Sydney, New York, or anywhere else. It ended with her fishing various pieces of undergarments and single bills off the stage in a graceful-yet-hurried manner. Beaming a wide grin at the generous Parisans sitting at the rack, Summer trotted to the bar, aiming on sitting her sparkling bare tush on a stool, ordering up a double of whatever it was they drank in volumes in France, and having a grand ole time.
Maxime, the heavily tattooed, willowy bartender gave her a slow grin as he poured a drink. He fished her cell phone from a shelf under the bar. "Incoming text from someone named 'Red Hot'. Figured it was worth a mention."
Giving him a demure smile, she took the phone, her eyes remaining on him. His English was excellent, even tinted with an accent from her home town. She didn't say anything further, simply sipping her drink as she read the text. Let him think whatever he wants about who 'Red Hot' was. He was just a bartender at the club she was being featured at for a month.
Things are never that simple.
Thumbs poised over her phone, she glanced up at him. "How do you say 'My beautiful sister' in French?"
Chuckling, he leaned close, whispering it in her ear. She studied the tattoo that crept across his skull, a filigree crown in lieu of hair.

ma ravissante sœur
Welcome! I'd say that in French too, but it is loud in here and I don't want to keep yelling 'how do you say...?' like a god damned idiot. I just finished my last set. You can either pop by the club- I'm the nearly naked one at the bar flirting with Maxime. Woman: Everything you've heard about French dudes is true. Everything.
But you're off the market, so you don't care. MORE FOR ME.
See you soon, ma cocotte

...what do you think of me?!
I wouldn't wear anything that would make Jameson have to murder everyone within a 100 mile radius.
Mostly because it's hard to get blood out of his clothes. And jealous Jameson isn't fun.

Aw. I love you. You're the hottest b*tch on the block, but you already know that!
-flicks nose-
I'm going to go put on some real clothes, then. See you in two wags of a lamb's tail! Also, I bought a lamb.

Smart Sister
You bring up a valid scenario- we don't feature many male dancers (outside
Of one specific night of the week- talk about YUM and also talk about "barking up the wrong tree" if you catch my drift. They aren't buying what I'm selling sadly. Hey, a girl can still look!!). Anywhoosies. Let's shove your beau up on stage. I'll sacrifice some single Euros, makin' it rain on him. Hahahah I've never met the poor lad- this sounds like a very good introduction.
Wait, have I met him? Sh-t, I can't even remember if Winter and I crashed Elouise's wedding. Maybe I should ease up on the good sh-t??
Never!!!

Autumn
Arrested for butt-touching?! If touching butts is wrong, I don't wanna be right. Put that on my headstone when I die.
Normally picture taking in the club is a no-no, but I'll try to have one of the other dancers sneak a few shots. It is something best experienced live and in the flesh. Ahem. Bring your new beau- perhaps I can even drag your cute ass on stage for amateur night?? Omg my little sis, following in my footsteps! It makes me teary eyed just thinking about it. Although honestly, I peg Winter as more the 'dancing naked on stage for cash' type than you. Someone has to be classy in this family. It went all to you, Red Hot!
Pro tip- while in Italy, don't try to lick the statue of David. If you thought they frowned on butt-touching....

Lil Sis
I miss you too!
Sydney is awesome. It is warm, the vibe is relaxed yet energetic, and the people are lovely. I am currently in Paris, however. Doing a month long stint at Théâtre Chocotte. It's as amazing as it sounds, minus the French winter weather. How's you? How's London?

Autumn
I'd love to come to London. I'm overdue a visit with Nigel, at any rate.
But yes, check with Lucius.
I'm fine, really. You never have to worry about whether or not ELOUISE is having a good time.

BFF
Just do what I do and rush head-first into everything without ever considering the consequences!
It's worked out so far. Husband with cute butt, probably a baby with a cute butt. ...I have a beautiful life.

Autumn
I should rephrase. The idea of drinking again makes the birth worth it.
Baby, totally worth not drinking ever again, as far as I'm concerned. I'm going to refer to him as Rambo for simplicity's sake. And because his name is Rambo.

Autumn
There is definitely something wrong with it. Who wants to be sober for 9 months?? Jameson can carry the next one.
I am more excited to drink again than I am to have this baby.
Well, sort of. Still. Is that bad?

Autumn
Ugh, stfu. Let me at least pretend.
It's not my fault he's so f*cking adorable. I just got lucky.
If I think more than three is a good idea, please lobotomize me.
Do I have to shave my legs for the wedding??

Autumn
We were busy this morning.
Wait. Ew. WE WERE GIVING THE DOGS THEIR BATHES.
Well, he has very specific feelings about mine. And I don't want to have the conversation with him. So I'll leave this as your one and only task! Unless you want to have a bridesmaid party. In which case, you have two.

Autumn
OH. Chocolate. On chocolate. On chocolate, on chocolate.
I emailed him! Tell Lucius I said thank you~.
Ask Jameson if I should invite my parents.
...he'll probably be nicer about it coming from you. Thanks Maid of Honor!

Autumn
It doesn't really matter which flavor I like, there's a bun in the oven. How about Macallan whiskey? That's Jamie's favorite. I think he loves it more than me. Oh! Steak. So much steak. Enough that it would be a tear to Ron Swanson's eye.

Autumn
Special anniversary?
What about just a 'it's been a few months and I still have a crush on you'? Is that reason enough? I never got to do the white dress, church thing. And I'm not super fat yet.

The Hottest Ginger
Happy V-day back at ya, hot stuff! I hope you have a fabulous day. I'll be working, shakin dat a$$ for the lonely single dudes, relieving them of their hard earned cash. It's a tough life, someone's gorta do it. 😘
PS I totally almost typed "the hottest finger". Funny how one letter can f-ckin change the whole tone!

Autumn
Dinner. So much dinner because she loves food. I've also shut down Gorky Park for the night. Its a little chilly, but I've got a carriage to take us through the gardens. I just want to spend time with her. Do you think she'll enjoy it?

Autumn
Omfg, I'm kidding. I trust you and Winter completely.
Well, I don't. But I do. Apparently he meant a 'sex swing'. Wtf is that?
I REALLY don't want to be pregnant .5 seconds after having this thing.

Group Chat: Autumn; Winter
You are so not invited to my baby shower.
Lingerie is a gift for Jameson. Mama is the one who needs presents. Like tequila. So much tequila. Drown me in tequila. NOT baby-making clothes.

Autumn
This is 🐴 💩.
I'm not a prostitute, for Christ's sake.
I don't care if you two are the f*cking Steve Jobs of lingerie, it's not happening. I like my onesies. And elastic jeans. And baggy shirts. Basically anything that totally obscures my figure. 😈

Autumn
The last time Jameson surprised me, I found out I was pregnant. And he didn't even do that on purpose.
Ugh. But my secret is good! Whatever, I'm telling you anyway! I'm having a boy. And I'm worried all of Jameson's name recommendations are going to suck.

-lets out a sigh of relief-z"Good, Teddy Jace hasn't gotten you."-gives a bright smile-"The pleasure is mine! If you need anything of me, Kai knows where I am, like, always. Just if you see a creepy, living teddy bear missing an arm...do not engage."-looks super serious-"I have a score to settle with him."

Autumn
The shoes are for you, babe. You can find them in the post soon enough. I've sent them to your flat in London. Maybe you can have someone fetch them if you're not in town.
I've found a couple clubs in Sydney- trying them out for a bit before I settle- Dollhouse, Minx, and Porky's are in the main rotation. They have body sushi at Dollhouse and reserved events only a few nights a week at Minx. That means more shoes for mama.
I'll be sure to let the bouncers know that not only will they NOT get tipped out, but a vicious petite red head will be on their ass if they slip up.
Love you! xxxooo

Autumn
I'm not too concerned with how he feels at the moment.
And he said I should feel free to leave Moscow whenever I like, so, I'm feeling very free.
He can take his sh*tstorm and leave it in the same place he left the birthday acknowledgement I never received.

Autumn
I was shopping for some new work shoes and came across these. For some inexplicable reason, I thought of you! I don't think they'd fetch me a lot of tips, but...some days they just need to be worn, ya know?

Autumn
UM. EXCUSE. I can't help pregnant rage. It happens.
And then I apologize with snuggles and vodka.
Nope, pretty sure Jameson is dead. And if he isn't, then he'll want to be. 'cuz I'm gonna kick his ass.

Autumn
Well he is rude af, but I assume if he's your friend there must be something redeemable about him.
And I'm pretty sure Jameson is dead. Will you be my pity wife? And I mean that as in you're taking pity on me. 😉

Autumn
I didn't sneak out. I just didn't live with a bunch of people so nobody noticed. That and...everyone seemed a bit preoccupied.
Australia does seem to suit me. It is Summer here (hehe) so I can wander around in shorts and tank tops all the time! When these sunny days get old, I'll come to London. In truth, I had eyeballed a nice long visit to the coast of Mexico, but changed my mind.

Autumn
Jameson says I'm a potato all of the time.
Literally before he kissed me for the first time, he called me a potato. I am the embodiment of a potato.
...I give better massages. F*ck that guy.
BUT DON'T F*CK THAT GUY. STAY CELIBATE.

Autumn
It doesn't count if they're gay!
I'M LONELY. ALL I DO IS CRY. I NEED HUMAN CONNECTION. SUE ME.
If you'd come to Moscow, I would add you to the list of snuggle-buddies, but nooooo, you've got more important matters to attend to.

Gorgeous
I'm chillin' in Syndey for a bit. The beaches are fabulous and there is eye candy galore. Here's me taking a picture of one while he takes a picture of me. If you're looking to be on the opposite side of the globe from London for any reason, I have a place for you to crash.

Autumn
You're welcome! He's fine as hell.
No, no twins. As far as I know. This is just half-pregnant, half fat.
I think Jameson wants to have more than one kid. Is that normal??
MY OVARIES ARE A GLORIFIED PUPPY MILL. 😫

Autumn
Of course I'll like the little sh*t, it's mine.
Minus the puke I think we're already friends!
But that doesn't mean I'm doing this whole sober thing ever again.
BORING AF. Unless our kid is really cute. Then maybe we'll have like 12-15 more. And name them all George Foreman.

Autumn
I think Jameson would kill me.
But I mean. COME. ON. The man has moves.
If you can't tell, he's still working. And here I am, covered in cats and dogs.
Can't believe I wasted like five months not molesting him. WTF was wrong with me.
Well, Tequila. Reefer. A smidgen of cocaine.

Autumn
#blessed
Also, what the f*ck are hashtags? I'm so behind. The Internet is really testing the limits of my mind, here.
I can understand Skype. Jameson did a strip tease on camera while I was in Buffalo.
... he's honestly a pretty good dancer.

Autumn
B*tch, I'm pregnant for a goddamn reason.
... had to lock this sh*t down, hard.
And he's so nice and sweet and cute. 😍😍
Don't tell him I said that. Or do. I don't care.
I LOVE MY HUSBAND. I'm printing t-shirts.

Autumn
I spent 20 of the 24 hours in the day with him.
It would be better if he spent at least 18 of those hours shirtless. But, we can't all get what we want.
Moscow is always open to you, darling. You know that.

Autumn
Oh god. If it's twins I'm dipping. DON'T JINX IT.
If I have to raise two tiny me's I will drown myself. Can you even imagine? They would just feed off each other's demon energy.
NOW I'M PANICKING.
What did Spring do? Are you sure it's not funny?

"Dad implies participation in my life. It's Nigel. And yes, mischief is one of the innumerable reasons we're friends."

Elouise flicks Autumn on the arm. "I'm going to go eat a double cheeseburger and take a nap. ...and then we're gonna do something fun. Like Yahtzee. And I'll even let you drink." With a little wave, the blonde teeters off, onesie and all.

"No, that was a joke. I'm not crazy. I just need you to give something to my father for me. He said he'd be in Moscow, but, plans change..." The disappointment in her tone is palpable, but she simply shrugs, a smile replacing her mood.

"I'll give it to you before you leave. It's not a big box. ...and it should probably get through airport security."

"Pft. I'm pretty sure Jameson is close to ditching. Or kicking me out. He cleans up so much puke. Sometimes I don't even attempt to get to a trash can or toilet." Her brows waggle, a devious glint in her eyes. "How else is he going to know how I feel?"

Elouise releases the shorter woman, giving her a pat on the head. Because she's fun-sized and adorable. Taking her bag, the blonde begins trudging back from whence she had come, padded feet stomping as she did.

"You're right. My husband never makes me do anything. He's wonderful." As she guides Autumn through the heart of their complex, she shoots a glance back. "I guess this means you're on puke duty. Lucky you." An idle smirk dances on her lips as she stops, pushing open the door to an unoccupied room.

Everything seemed to be in order, and Elouise had even made the space a bit more homey. ...by decorating it with several pictures of herself, of course. "And you can massage my feet. And my back. You're my b*tch now."

Elouise finally crawls out of bed, grumbling under her breath as she heads towards the entrance, not at all thrilled to be a) awake or b) moving. She was dressed head-to-toe in her Wonder Woman onesie, and a cranky scowl. In the foyer stood one punny red-head, as well as her luggage.

"I won't even get out of bed for Jameson, so, you're welcome." Her attitude subsides as she grapples the woman in a bear-hug. "Welcome to Moscow, you skank."

Autumn
Last week I left for like an hour to get some soup, and I think I lost a toe. So, no.
My movements are limited to the bathroom and my bed. And sometimes Jameson's office, but that's just to distract him. Or send him for tacos.

Hearing her phone buzz, Summer sat up on the couch, shoving bags of crisps and Cheetohs out of her way in search of it. It gave a second reminder buzz a few moments later. "F-ck!" She squealed in frustration, finally fishing her phone out of a now-empty ice cream container. Pinching it between two fingers, she wiped it off on her yoga pants. Clamping a short roach between her lips, she sent a reply.

Cuteness
Dude...I know of what you speak. I only know what day it is when Carl comes a-knockin' to pick me up and take me to work.
It was really great seeing you the other night. We need to do it more often. No need to wait for some bullsh-t reasons.

Autumn
Heh. No, but you're equipped with fangtastic other abilities. Like bloodlust. And strength. Look, its not too involved, I just need someone who is bipartial to accompany me. There's only one person in Moscow that I could sway...
-Oh, and Weevil who??

Despite her livelihood, Summer's current existence consisted mainly of going to work, then either having Carl drive her home or taking the tube to her gritty neighborhood. Maybe a stop at a chip shop, probably a stop at a grocery for necessities, then she'd hunker down at home watching some programs and avoiding the world. The peace and quiet was nice, but a little unnerving. She missed her family.

Forcing the corners of her lips up into a smile, she grabbed a hunk of her hair and dangled it over Autumn. Remnants of glitter may or may not rain down on her sister. Laughing, she commented, "You're pretty enough without the glitter."

Watching her sister finish off her last shots, Summer calls to the bartender. "Oi, Mary! Bottle of Penderyn's. To go." She cackles. "Put it on my tab, I'll settle up next week." Tucking the slim bottle of single malt in the crook of her arm, she caught up to her sister. Looping her free arm through Autumn's, the pair sauntered out onto the busy London streets. She waved the bottle at Autumn. "Something to get us from point A to point B."

Grinning a bit madly, it sure was being out with her sis. It had been far too long. Why? Eh, life. Stupid sh-t. The usual. When you've got forever, priorities shift. Urgency wanes. Nodding her head enthusiastically, her blonde mane swished in the light. Fragments of multicolored glitter glinted in the light. "I'm never danced out. Besides, this dancing is different. I'll eventually need something stronger than whiskey." Her voice was mild, knocking back another shot. Her family knew of her proclivities and made no bones about them, bless their hearts. They knew what she was running from, what she covered up.

Her younger sister was especially diminutive next to her while still in her work shoes. "Work shoes"=stripper heels, natch. Staring a bit openly at Autumn's doll face for a few blinks, she then clamped her lips shut and nodded. There were things in this world in which to push. Autumn Summers was not one of them. Besides, she'd never been a fan of her sisters beau- an odd grudge since she'd never actually met the guy. There was more to that, but nothing worth thinking about now.

Waving her hand dismissively as she knocked a shot back, she said with some indifference, "Eh, I'm not too sure stumbling drunk into a cathedral after a hot chick only to end up married is worthy of celebration. Being single definitely is, but..." She tossed another one back, not even bringing the shot glass to her lips, instead just tilting her head back and pouring the liquid down. "We can also just clear our minds entirely." Her grin was a bit wolfish, feral.

Set finished, money collected, peripheral coworkers tipped out accordingly, Summer made her way to the dressing room. Since she was hitting the town with one of her sisters, she decided to just shimmy on some skin tight black pants and not bother with a top. Instead, she slipped on a very fluffy purple faux fur jacket over her neon yellow mesh bra. Yea it was winter. Cold didn't bother her. As such, she could dress completely inappropriately no matter the season. Touching up her eyeliner and smearing on more lipstick, the blond didn't waist any more time.

That red hair could be spotted from a kilometer away. Grinning, she sauntered up, pleased to see her younger sibling had gotten started while waiting. Having not spent much time with her lately, Summer didn't notice the absent necklace, so she didn't comment on it.

"Babe! You look fantastic, as always. What's the occasion? Do we need an occasion?" Summer laughed as she went to embrace Autumn. She beckoned the bartender for another round of shots.

Figuring she had glitter in her eye, Summer stared at her phone blinking. Empty, eh? Huh. Probably Beige was out on business or some sh-t. ***** Better Have My Money blared on the speakers throughout The Windmill. " ****." Summer muttered. Fingers flying, she quickly texted in response before heading on stage for her last set.

Autumn
I read that and figured I was high, but then realized I only dance sober. So ahhh, yea. We'll talk once you get here. Or not, talking's for p-ssies anyway. I've seen enough of that all day, knowwhatImean?
I'll tell Carl (the bouncer) to let you in. Meet ya at the bar, then we bounce and f-ck some sh-t up, like the good ole days.

Autumn
I'm working for another hour. You wanna meet me here, then we can hit the pub down the street? It's low key. I could use some ale. And chips. Mmmm damn, I'm hungry. Actually, I'm gonna cut out after my next set. Twist my arm.
What's up? Usually your dance card is full on a Saturday night!

Autumn
Thanks. I'm mellowing, thanks to a very nice batch of Purple Haze. I'm happy. I'm always happy. Except when my nearest and dearest...you know what, never mind. Water under the bridge.
I saw Twig. Lurking near work, if you can believe it. Hope he doesn't come in while I'm on stage. #awkward #betterbringcash I don't think he saw me. I was rolling as Super Stealth Summer.
....he can't hurt me. Not like he thinks he can. Not after my...ummm "change". Stay safe sugar.

Autumn
Winter is freaking out, so I figured I'd send a text to you to cover my ass. Yes, I stumbled into the cathedral and got hitched. I'm clearly being pranked, as I've never even talked to the chick, she's really pretty and was probably like- look at this b-tch, high as f-ck, let's see what happens. Well jokes on her, as now she's part of this family! An honor, yes, but one not many can handle. I didn't "invite" anyone for the same reason I don't invite people to watch me buy a pack of smokes. It just happened.

The noise a mere echo beneath the hollow bridge of her mouth. Aggressively it fights against the low rumble of her throat; vibrations rising like bile along her esophageal lining in frustration.

One sniff. Two sniff. Vampire. Even since the closing of After Dark, London was a mess of plague- riddled to the core with the disgusting excuse of the undead. What was worse than the vile existence of human beings which she loathed entirely was these f-cking leeches.

But oh, how London carried a swift tune against her cold little heart.

Mere coincidence would bring the blonde together with the flaming haired beauty. In another life Camille may have gone forth and claimed her in the name of the residual darkness inside. Not now, though. She had been tarnished by the eternal damnation. Much to the Angels dismay.

"Oh quelle honte." The words drip carelessly from her lips, like warm honey against a milky eve.

And then, as she passes, her fist rears forward and breaks through the wall of atmosphere between them. Camille strikes once, and then twice, until the girl is on her ass. Only then would she lean over and pluck a token of her satisfaction from the woman beneath her. Cami isn't even sure quite what she had grabbed, but it was hard and it was shiny.

She stuffs it in her pocket.
"Too pretty for this life, Mon Cher..." Tender fingers reach to caress the cold and undead skin of her aggressed, before she is off like a bolt in the night.

“Well. I wouldn’t say hindsight is one of my strengths. But. I’m glad we’re friends.” She shoots her a wink, pulling her winter jacket back over as she begins to stand up. “As always, you’re welcome any time you come to visit Moscow.”

“I’ll be back through soon enough. The trip to see my mother is one of those unfortunate, inevitable things.” All but back together, she’s toying with her phone again. No doubt to order a car. “Thanks for the drink, Autumn.” She places a hand on the other woman’s arm, giving it a small squeeze. “See you soon.”

"I feel like ****." She shakes her head. Finally, her shame shows through. "I wouldn't draw a gun on Noura. This baby is driving me crazy." It was the strongest impulse Elouise had ever felt. And it had led her astray.

"I think Buffalo will have to wait a few days. I have too much to fix at home." She's scanning her phone, fielding memos, checking flights. "After all, I'll still be married and pregnant when I get to my mother's, and she'll still not know until I get there. The fun will simply have to wait."

“It’s pretty f*cked up. I didn’t ask for any of this. For him.” She begins to toy with her wedding band, her smile only growing. “I love him so much. It makes me sick.” Literally. She’s puked on him more times than she can count. “We got married in London. I didn’t waking up that morning with a clue of how it would all work out. Sometimes… you just know.”

A low scoff leaves her lips. Her smile fades. “And if you had told me I’d have wanted a baby, I would have said you were crazy. But the truth is, Autumn… I’m not terrified of having the child. It’s the loving part of it. I didn’t think I could love anything more than I love Jameson. I mean… it’s not even here. What if it’s ugly? I’m going to love an ugly baby more than my own husband?!”

She’s starting to shift from exasperation to hysteria, the water works coming on. But, she shuts them down. “…I guess all newborns start out kind of ugly, don’t they?”

"He's not going to be there. I wouldn't let that happen again, Autumn. He's everything to me." Her fingertips grip her empty wine glass, jaw setting as she emits a sharp sigh. She's embittered. Still so enraged over the events that had transpired.

Her head hangs, eyes rolling. Mothering instinct. She could hardly take care of herself. But she was right, and Elouise knew it. She groans, head swinging back to rest against the padded booth.

"No, no. My layover is twelve hours. I saw Dad and." You. She finally manages a faint smile. "I have to get back to Heathrow soon enough. But I couldn't sit there for hours. So. Here I am."

Well, Jameson does bring home tacos. That's the best thing anyone has ever done for me.
-devious grin-
Well...whatever you prefer. It doesn't make a difference to me. But if you open it in London, have Gray film your response.

Even Jameson isn't this romantic! Come in!
I was just staring at a glass of tequila and pretending to book flights to see my mother.
-scrambles in, grabs a rectangular box-
Ignore the 'Happy Birthday' wrapping paper.
-offers box-
-definitely not rigged to explode glitter everywhere-

Autumn
Glad we're in consensus! She's too much fun to be married.
I used to be fun, once. And probably better looking. Do you have any idea how f*cking weird I'm going to look pregnant? I'm 5'10 for Christ's sake. I'm going to be wife of Sasquatch!
...I'm just going to stare longingly at my tequila.

Huh? You gettin' in my edibles again? I swear to f-cking christ between you and Winter, I'm gonna be left stone cold sober. JK no chance of that ever happening. Seriously though, wtf you on about?

Checks the mail, fishing out this weeks tabloids. A tiny, dim bell goes off in Summer's brain. She picks up the phone and resumes her text.
Ah, I see what it is. I haven't read that rag yet, but maybe I'll just skip it next time I'm dropping the kids off at the pool and use it for some rolling paper. I suppose your reaction is dependent on who submitted the 'hot tip'.

Autumn
Oh, haha. Sorry for the long text. It's this strain called 'Galactic Jack'. It makes me very chatty.
You do you, babe. I love you no matter what, so...just as long as you're happy. I'm glad your bloke is good. You deserve nothing less.

I'm serious about the Russian lady scarves. Need. Christmas is coming and I'VE BEEN SO GOOD.

Rude Ass
Listen. I'm busy all of the time. And if he isn't going to shave his legs, why should I shave me?! FEMINISM.
...and I'm lazy af. But he married me before he really found out just how much of a p.o.s. I am. :)

Autumn
I'm really going to have to turn off those text alerts on his phone. We deserved the shoes, obviously. It's like Manolo made the shoes just for us!
I don't dress up for Jameson. He's lucky to see me in my dressier pajamas. ...but maybe just this once.

Autumn
It's plausible that you randomly took on the body of a very large, very muscular man! Growth spurts can come at the most inopportune moments.
Just like a husband's irresponsibility can too. :)
So you'll have to drink for the two of us.
...or we can just wait. Though that sounds less fun.

Autumn
Dog-sledding is #15. I'm trying to skip over the live-endangering things first.
After dog-sledding is swallowing a flame.
Maybe if you impress Gray with your joie de vivre, he'll unwad his panties!

Of course Blaize and I are the only ones who think it is a good idea. Blaize is a smartypants and I am the only one who is no longer a vampire. Kinda that whole 'can't see the forest from the trees' thing? Well, I'm outta the trees babe, and have a really good view at that fanged, bloody forest that was forced upon us. F-ck that, and f-ck it.

Besides, what's the worst that can happen? You die. Okay. Sorry to be that person, but- been there, done that. So you go to hell. Make nice with the devil, I'll call in my favor I have with him, you return as a demon. Bing, bang, bong (hehe, 'bong'), all fixed! But if it is Jameson who's searching for the cure, I bet you've got it. He picked a good wife, so he can't be a total mook, right?

Spring will come around, she just has to be angry. If Winter has his panties in a wad, I haven't a clue why. And as for your man? If he has an ounce of smartness, he'll know how good he's got it with you and not be a total dumbsh-t. He'll come around too. If not, you've got your rocks: Us.

Love you babe. Take care out there. And bring home some of those multicolored scarves all the old Russian ladies wear, please.

Getting on the tube to Brixton, Summer snapped her gum and tugged her fuzzy knit cap down on her head. Golden hair spilled out down her parka. The winter gear was for show. Running around in a tank top and shorts in the dead of an English winter would certainly cause eyebrows to raise. Not that she was opposed to raising eyebrows. She just preferred that attention while on stage and when people had their wallets out. A thread of excitement raced through her body. She was on her way to sign the lease and get the keys to her new flat in Brixton. Finally- finally she’d truly be on her own. Not beholden to anyone, not in someone else’s home, seeking permission to paint her bedroom walls or go into certain rooms. Hers. Where she controlled the locks and wasn’t held as a Nazi vampire patriarch’s fetish pet.
Swallowing thickly, her peripheral vision took in the people surrounding her. It was an old habit from her vampire days, always on the prowl for her next catch. Two chav’s sat with their legs ridiculously spread wide –like they really needed that much space- talking about the football match from the day prior. They then went on to talk about chicks they’d bagged, then onto the latest gossip. Giving her gum a loud snap, she watched the underground walls flash by.“Ey! You hear ‘bout that hot chick in the rags, she’s goan to some quack doc to not be a vamp no more. That ginger one. So fookin’ hot.”
“Oi! No such thing as that. The only way to do that is a stake right to tha heart!”
“No, serious. Some fookin’ doctor goan fix ‘er right up. Too bad, that. I got somethin’ for her to suck.”

The chavs laughed ribaldly, moving their intellectual discussion onto something else. But Summer’s attention had been piqued. Hot ginger vampire chick in the rags. Math was never her best subject, but she could put two and two together. At her stop, Summer ducked out, holding the collar of her parka up against her face. Again, she wasn’t blocking the wind. She was hiding her expression from the throngs of people on the streets. Why was she learning her sister was seeking treatment to cure vampirism from some d-ckweed chavs on the tube? Same reason she learned about her family from those very rags the chavs talked about.
Early for her meeting with the landlord, Summer took a seat at the café and ordered a cuppa. She pulled out her phone, her face an emotionless mask.

To: Autumn

Hey baby sis. I heard on the streets you were trying to shake the vampirism . Not sure where you are or how that's gonna work but, I think it's a good choice. I've never want to go back to that. Every time I fed, I felt like I was still in that house...Not that life as a f-cking angel is perfect. At least they didn’t make me this way.
Anyway. say hello to your new man! I bet he's happy you are making this change and fully cutting the ties to your abusers.
xxx ~Sum

-blinks-
...oh. That's why she flashed her boobs for shots.
A lot of what she does it starting to make sense now. I've come full circle!
-eyes over-
I hope my husband has been a gracious host. He can be rather dense. ...don't tell him I said that.

Autumn
There's a driver waiting for you. He will know where to go. I hope you don't mind, we will be meeting at my office. First floor, end of the hall. That place isn't too big, shouldn't be hard to find. See you then.

Autumn
I'm in Moscow. Let me know when you arrive. I can't meet you at the airport, but there's a place downtown. I'll text you the address. If you need a place to stay, arrangements will be made. I believe you've made acquaintance with my wife already. She would be happy to have you.

Honeyed eyes flicker as they glance back and forth between words on the screen. Looking for a cure. So, people knew. They were finally talking. What Jameson needed to decide was whether this meant impending danger, or a simple curious query.

To: Red Hot
Sorry for my late reply. My dealer arrived and he had some new sh-t, and, well...anyway. That's an 'in-person' story.
Of course I'm happy for you. Is there a reason I shouldn't be? Why are those silly brothers giving you a hard time? They love you bunches, just like I do. Blaize is probably just being protective and Winter probably just wanted a reason to b-tch someone out while naked.
That actually sounds like a good idea. BRB

To: Autumn
All is forgiven, cuteness. It looks like you have QUITE the reason to have been distracted! ;D
I'm happy for you, Sweet Chilli! You deserve it.
I saw JFC on the streets, does that count? I probably made a fool of myself, but what's new. I seem to do better with men when they are sitting at the stage, yaknow? :D I'll leave successful dating to you.
Seriously, are you the only one of us that can maintain a relationship? Gold star to you for that one! Teach lessons. Please.

Couple things:
Do I have your number in here right? Sh-t, I dunno. If this isn't Autumn- whattup, randos!
My goddamned redheaded f-cking siblings never f-cking text me the f-ck back.....
Sh-t dude, sorry about that. My pipe's empty, my dealer is late getting here, and the benzos clearly haven't kicked in. Sounded like Spring for a second, haha.
I have a bone to pick with you missy. I have to learn from a magazine that my baby sister is a)seeing someone and b)GETTING MARRIED?!?!!?! When do I get to meet this man of mystery?
Anyway. Text me back sometime or I'm wearing white to your f-cking wedding, you gorgeous b-tch! (Don't think I won't. I'm bringing Jesus as my date. Did you read that part? Aww sh-t! DOUBLE WEDDING.)

Enlarged eyes dart suspiciously, "Look, I travel a lot for work.." Jameson takes a small step back, as though he were preparing to evade a beating, "That bright hair seems to be quite trendy at the moment. Mere coincidence, really."

She’d heard through the tiny grapevine that was her family that her sisters had a blow out fight. Summer flopped onto her bed, shoving pillows out of the way, staring at the ceiling. Fairly sober, she licked her lips out of nervousness and put her hand on her belly. Discord among the very few she actually loved in this world made her feel physically ill. She didn’t know what the fight was about and she didn’t need to. That was between them. Despite that, Summer felt like she needed to reach out to the two bullheaded women, knowing that they were very likely isolating themselves. With a sigh, she chuckled as she glanced at her tall, antique apothecary chest. Each tiny drawer contained a different means of escape and isolation for the woman. They all had different ways of quieting the storm.

Rolling over, she grabbed her phone and sent out a text to each, just needing to send out that tether to her baby sisters.

Autumn, my sweet little red-hot- I want you to know I love you no matter what. I’m back in London, brought you back a cat head pipe in celebration of your new kitten. While you’re in New York, will you have a black and white cookie for me? Also maybe a cronut. I hear those are super yummy. Xoxo- S

Never mind where she had gotten the key from. The guards were on her sb-t list, and it brought her immense pleasure to see them suffer. Evenings were the easiest- the chubby little men were so often busy with an influx of activity after dawn had passed, and that's when Camille would have her fun. With each new occupant that filled the void of empty cells came another opportunity. She would wait for the slamming of heavy steel and the vacancy of the officer before she freed the prisoners. When they returned, they'd be red faced and aggravated. Just how she liked them.

Squinting at the yell, Summer let out a long exhale. A great plume of smoke followed, surrounding the blond and creating a near accurate depiction of her aura. Coughing a few times, she peered at her sister and remarked, "I didn't know you knew I was dead?" Was she talking in circles? It sounded like it but also made sense in her mind. With another puff-cough, she added wryly, "Death didn't know what to do with me. So...I'm baaaaack!"

Watching Autumn's reaction, Summer marveled at the differences and similarities between her sisters. Spring's prickles could be seen from a mile away. Meanwhile Autumn was a bit more like a porcupine- seemingly soft until you approach or touch her. Then: stabby stabby. Seeing Autumn's cherubic face sadden sobered Summer a little bit. Hugging her tightly, Summer felt a pang of guilt. To have caused her family worry and anguish, it was distressing. Glancing back at the smoldering Pabst can laying on its side, she knew she'd be chasing those feelings away shortly. Summer's smokey brown eyes met Autumn's greens. Smiling sweetly, she touched her sisters pretty face and said, "I'm so sorry you worried and am sorry I didn't come around sooner. I really didn't think anyone knew I was gone." Scrunching up her face, she asked, "I wasn't gone that long, was I? Time is so weird."